did I think that I will get the chance to experience what life has
to offer outside my compound, never mind outside of my country of
origin, which is Brazil. When Miss M came to our stables in Manaus,
I was brought out into the courtyard and my first impressions were
that Miss M was not too keen on me. You see I roll my eyes in a
funny way when I am nervous and I am sure she must have thought
I have a bit of a crazy streak in me. She got on top of me nevertheless
and I knew if I wanted the opportunity to broaden my horizons, now
was the time to perform for it! I put up the most amazing walk man
had ever witnessed and Miss M couldn´t hide her surprise and
joy. News spread fast in our horse-community and that evening I
overheard that I was indeed the chosen one to accompany Miss M and
Mise from Brazil onwards. I also got the terrible news about Tusa
kind of long distance riding was quite alien to me at first but
I really tried my best as I didnt want to disappoint my fellow
companions. Miss M was delighted about my energetic and smooth trot
and then when she saw how well I led on the rope that is attached
to the saddle, she thought she had won the jackpot! After a week
or so I stopped trying to bully Mise when it became clear that she
accepts me as part of the trio and now we really are great buddies.
arrived in Ciudad Bolivar tired and hot. It took us ages to get
through the city and as Miss M was given the wrong directions (sure
we believe that!), it took us a while before we reached our destination.
We were put in the backyard of the Eulacio family-home and had a
good 3-day rest. On
our way through Venezuela everybody had asked us how we will cross
Puente Angostura (it looks like the bridge in San Francisco) outside
Ciudad Bolivar as it is very long (about 1.6km). The words prohibited
and dangerous were also used. As usual Miss M wont
let us tell the juiciest parts of our travels so everybody will
just have to wait for when she decides to share this experience
got very tired from having to go on the tarmac so much and Miss
M was terribly frustrated that we couldnt go on the side of
the road. It is not with pleasure that we have to share the news
that some people in Venezuela simply do not care about littering
their country. From Puerto Ordaz and well until after Ciudad Bolivar,
we encountered loads and loads of rubbish on the side of the road
especially beer bottles whole ones, broken ones
course this made it impossible for us to do our trotting there and
Miss M had to choose between the lesser of two evils
we landed on the hard tar surface most of the time.
M was urged by our friend Blancita to go to the farm of Yurubi and
Jimmy near Anaco where we can rest thoroughly. They were very friendly
and good to us and Miss M really enjoyed the company of Yurubi whom
she thought to be hilariously
funny. Times are difficult for a lot of people in Venezuela at the
moment and both Miss M and Yurubi attended a demonstration on Workers
Day where they walked with banners and loud whistles through the
streets of Anaco, protesting against the government, the political
and economical situation but more against Chavez, the current president.
Miss M was so touched to see how many lives had been negatively
affected by troubles in Venezuela especially over the past year,
that she wrote and article about this. Off course we will let you
know if she managed to get it published.
M decided to go up to Puerto La Cruz (without us) to look at the
possibilities of finding a Cargo boat that will take us all to Central
America as you all know that the decision was made from the very
beginning NOT to go through Colombia. Four radio interviews werearranged
on one day but neither this, nor the newspaper articles nor the
11 Oclock news bulletin about our travels, helped to secure
our transport to Costa Rica as had been hoped. It soon became clear
that we will have to move to bigger and possibly greener pastures
and so we arrived in Caracas, the capital of Venezuala.
continued to be in touch with us and it was also with her help that
the three of us had a resting place in the city until our exit from
South America was secured. A lot of phone-calls were made and everybody
was on alert about the search for a boat but all in
.. and then the light came. DHL was mentioned and like
a flash of lightning, Miss M got in touch with Vicky, the Marketing
Manager in Ireland to enquire about help from them. Luck was truly
on our side because in less than 24 hours Miss M had confirmation
that DHL Ireland was willing to cover the costs to fly Mise, Miss
M and I to Costa Rica!
The work was not over yet as we needed to get vaccinations,
Aneamia tests had to be done and International Health Certificates
Against all the odds, Miss M and Blancita managed
also to get all the official papers, one day before the departure
date. A true miracle but more about this later!
first flying experience was exhilarating but also a bit scary, for
me anyway. I cant say for sure what Mise was feeling though.
She had this air of nonchalance and took the whole ordeal completely
in her stride as if this was merely another opportunity
to accumulate some extra air miles! Miss M sat with the pilots but
was allowed to come and check on us after take-off where we were
standing between all the DHL packages in grey steel containers with
only our heads sticking out.
We arrived safe and sound in our next (air)port of
. so thank you so much DHL for your very kind generosity,
making it possible to continue with our travels again.
Mise will be spokesperson next time, telling all about our arrival
in San Jose and our experiences in our very first Central American
country, Costa Rica.
as they say in Venezuela!!
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